Last Bell

September 29, 2019

Senses untamed,

spaces to reign

Bodies that die,

spirits to fly

Length or by width,

time is a myth

Dimension aground,

essence refound

Eyes looking forward,

eyes looking back

Eyes looking inward,

soul reattached

All that was spoken,

providence sings

Grand sublimation

—last bell to ring

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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